I replay every thought,
Criticise it,
Analyse it .
There are two parts.
One I let go,
The other I let it tangle,
Around every fibre,
Every nerve,
The one that pulls me,
Away from me.
I want to reciprocate
The love, the joy.
Your concern pulls back
A part of me
Fill those voids
The rest is weighed down
By the tendrils
Entering through crevices
I crawl back to those
I let go
Hold them close.
Breathing .
Feeling.
Healing.
